"Tomorrow night, tsk tsk—she's going to make her move on Simon."
Luo Shaoheng straddled the edge of the bed, where a plump, alluring, snow-white body with rounded hips and a slender waist knelt between his legs. Her small feet were curled, her long, delicate toes raised, the soles of her feet soft and pink. Her long, slender arms were also on the ground, her head buried between her legs, her pink lips sucking on a thick, hard penis, swallowing, licking, and kissing it.
Every now and then, she would twist her slender waist and turn her large buttocks, as if trying to attract the man's attention.
It was none other than Tang Shuyi, a famous beauty from the capital.
But Luo Shaoheng didn't notice the beauty's subtle movements beneath him. Conquering Tang Shuyi was just a minor incident; he had done it casually before, and now taming her again was a piece of cake.
What he cared about was the information Tang Shuyi had revealed.
Tonight, Zhao Zhiran suddenly decided to attack Simon. Had she already persuaded the two strategic powerhouses of Shiki Island?
That general and the high priestess were no pushovers.
What kind of benefits would she offer to make them risk attacking Simon?
"Shunu, do you know what Zhao Zhiran offered in exchange?"
Tang Shuyi's pink lips, like a sheath, encircled and sucked on the penis, as if it were the most delicious food. Hearing this, she tilted her head back with a "sizzle," her pretty face flushed with an alluring blush, her bright red lips covered in glistening saliva.
Her large, misty eyes shook her head like a little girl, and she said in a sweet voice, "Master~ Shunu doesn't know either. Zhiran doesn't tell me everything."
Luo Shaoheng clicked his tongue, feeling a slight sense of unease. Simon was definitely no match for the combined attack of the two powerful figures. If Simon failed, then he probably wouldn't be able to achieve his goal this time. Originally, he planned to use Tang Shuyi to lower Zhao Zhiran's guard, giving him an opportunity to manipulate her. This way, no matter how intelligent Zhao Zhiran was, she wouldn't escape his control.
As for taking forceful action, he had considered it, but Zhao Zhiran's status and position in the country were far too extraordinary. Although she had left her protected area to come to Shiki Island, it didn't mean that many powerful figures in the country, especially the Zhao family, wouldn't be aware of it.
In fact, that was merely tacit approval, tacit approval of Zhao Zhiran's small transgression.
If something happened to her, the consequences would be unpredictable. Faced with the power of the Republic, even the powerful Luo family might not be able to withstand the repercussions…
However, he didn't expect Zhao Zhiran to suddenly move into the Inari Shrine. He initially thought Zhao Zhiran had sensed something, but when she later came to see Shunu alone, she still seemed unguarded.
This made him abandon that idea.
However, acting stealthily was no longer an option. As the high priestess of Shikijima, the so-called Nine-Tailed Fox, a strategic-level figure, would not allow her "guest" to be harmed here.
In Inari Shrine, every blade of grass and every tree could be the high priestess's eyes.
It should be understood that such beings represent a nation's "geological veins," possessing special psychic powers, which in ancient times were equivalent to "spiritual power" or "supernatural power" that could be manipulated at will.
However, if they waited a little longer, it wasn't entirely impossible, especially if Zhao Zhiran returned empty-handed, losing the protection of Inari Shrine, and upon her return home… only Shunu would be left to protect her.
But this had a prerequisite: she had to "return empty-handed." If Simon were to be in trouble, such a major incident would undoubtedly expose countless demons and monsters. For Zhao Zhiran's safety, the nation would certainly send a strategic-level expert to bring her back.
It might even be two—the only two strategic-level experts currently held by the central government, their trump cards.
But Zhao Ziran deserved such treatment, because besides her status, her wisdom possessed immense value, no less than any strategic advantage.
Therefore, all trouble would be resolved.
"Now, besides reminding Simon, I'm afraid there's no better way," Luo Shaoheng said, his face grim as he weighed the options.
As one of the Seven Deadly Sins, Pride, Simon would never sit idly by. His death throes would be incredibly powerful, especially since he held a powerful weapon in his hand.
This would create a huge uproar, completely drawing the attention of the general and high priestess of Shikijima. He could then try to profit from the chaos…
Luo Shaoheng's gaze was icy. Zhao Ziran was the only woman he dreamed of possessing, and in the end, he would use any means necessary to achieve his desire!
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Jiang Family, Yingluo Manor.
Xiang Anping smashed a vase to pieces, angrily growling at the old servant beside him, "Didn't you say I was here to be the son of the Queen of Shanghai! How come that damned monk got to eat meat before me!"
Xiang Anping was a vengeful man. The monk's disdainful look before leaving filled him with deep resentment. Seeing Yuanhui at Yingluo Manor already humiliated him, and having stayed at the villa for the past few days, he, who coveted Jiang Yingji, naturally wouldn't miss any opportunity to get close to her.
That night, Yuanhui emerged naked from Jiang Yingji's room, his donkey-like genitals covered in white fluid. Anyone with a brain would know what had happened.
In his view, Jiang Yingji would never willingly seek out that lowly monk; only this old servant would arrange it, just like him.
An indescribable rage filled Xiang Anping's heart, compounded by the fear brought on by the news of his father's "assassination attempt." This mingled together, pushing him to the brink of explosion.
Even though he knew perfectly well how bizarre the methods of this old servant who called himself the Ming Dynasty Celestial Master were, his spoiled temper, coupled with a heart-wrenching jealousy and anger, still caused him to unleash a furious rage on Zhang Zichen.
Of course, Xiang Anping wasn't a fool. He knew he still had value to the old servant, especially since he had already appeared before Jiang Yingji. Through his attentiveness over the past few days, Jiang Yingji had become increasingly relaxed in his presence, showing a touch of warmth.
She was no longer the sharp, domineering, and all-controlling Queen of Shanghai she appeared to outsiders.
He knew he had already succeeded halfway.
Therefore, he dared to shout at the old servant, using this as a way to declare that he was no longer someone who could be easily manipulated.
Zhang Zichen squinted at Xiang Anping, his wrinkled face, usually expressionless, now bearing the look of an old farmer surveying thriving crops, or an old hunter scrutinizing an animal…
Xiang Anping froze upon seeing this gaze. As a young master, he had no way of discerning such feelings, but under that scrutiny, he felt a chill run down his spine.
A moment of silence fell between them. After a long while, Zhang Zichen said leisurely, "Don't worry, your opportunity will come soon."
"Opportunity?" Xiang Anping's anger instantly turned to joy. For him, Jiang Yingji was not only someone he could never dream of reaching, someone he desperately coveted, but also a "guarantee" of his life. He didn't want to die like his father, without knowing why.
"For Yuanhui, the Queen of Shanghai was merely a passing fancy; their relationship is over now."
"Has the Queen of Shanghai been with more than one man?"
The old servant's usually expressionless face curled slightly at the corners of his mouth, revealing a strange and ambiguous expression.
He, Zhang Zichen, had tried more than once, but the best result was nothing more than a few sexual encounters with the Queen of Shanghai, like Yuanhui, before being discarded like trash.
Ultimately, what the Queen of Shanghai truly craved was the long-vanished number one in the world.
If others bore even a slight resemblance to her, she would spread her legs, immerse herself in dreams for a few nights, and after soaking several sheets, she would transform back into the unpredictable Queen of Shanghai.
Zhang Zichen couldn't even be sure if Jiang Yingji had noticed anything amiss. The Queen of Shanghai's mind was too unpredictable, and she held his life and death in her hands, making even this old monster, who had lived since the Ming Dynasty, feel extremely troubled.
He feared that one day the Queen of Shanghai would discard him like trash, and like the previous "Corpse-Dissolving Immortals," his centuries-long scheme would fall apart.
But the Queen of Shanghai wasn't without weaknesses; her weakness was emotion.
To be precise, it was two people.
The dead Li Zhiyu.
And the living Li Dong.
One was her beloved husband, the other her most beloved son.
Trying to replace Li Zhiyu was impossible; it had utterly failed. Yuan Hui was merely a last-ditch effort.
Now, he could only rely on Xiang Anping.
As a rare Eight Yang Body, it was worth his biggest gamble. Perhaps Xiang Anping himself hadn't realized that when he was truly consumed by jealousy and anger, his skin turned a faint blush.
That was the manifestation of the Eight Yang Body. In moments of true anger, desire, excitement, and greed, his masculine aura would become incredibly intense, powerfully attracting women, especially those with abundant Yin energy.
This is something even the Nine Yang Physique might not match. The Nine Yang Physique, being purely Yang, tends to return to its original state and doesn't outwardly display its power.
Only through long-term interaction and subtle influence can mutual attraction gradually develop. This explains the ancient stories of men with pure Yang physiques who couldn't find true love.
The reason is that even the woman might not realize she's fallen in love with him.
Thus, both can only regretfully miss their chance.
However, if a pure Yang physique is combined with a childlike heart, perhaps no woman can resist it. She would be drawn to it like a moth to a flame, and this allure might even transcend gender.
Zhang Zichen speculated that Li Zhiyu, considered a transcendent figure in this new era, was probably like this. His actions, his unwavering loyalty and dedication to his country, perfectly exemplify the characteristics of a childlike heart.
Such people are not uncommon; many great heroes possessed such a heart, such as the anti-Mongol general Guo Jing and the anti-Yuan general Yue Fei.
However, women who fall in love with this kind of man also don't find happiness. How foolish was Li Zhiyu to abandon his stunning wife, the Queen of Shanghai, to face death?
On the contrary, men like Xiang Anping are often exceptionally talented, have numerous wives and concubines, and live lives more enviable than those of immortals.
Zhang Zichen felt that fate hadn't been too unkind to him; after traversing hundreds of years, he had finally found an unparalleled beauty and an unparalleled "vessel."
Thinking of this, Zhang Zichen's gaze darkened further, sending a chill down Xiang Anping's spine.
"I've already arranged everything for you. The Queen of Shanghai gets weekly massages and skincare treatments. Today, I had the masseuse take the day off."
"This is your opportunity. Remember to seize it."
"Also, don't suppress your desires."
The old servant's words were like a fire, completely igniting the smoldering desire within Xiang Anping. He felt a restless urge in his lower body; what more needed to be said?
How could he suppress it!